Okay, the long version is thus:
He brought up earlier that this PC has to be re-vamped. Or, EVERYTHING on it deleted.
I thought to myself 'okay, I don't have anything important, it's what my laptop is for' and put it out of my mind.
Then, while I was laying down from a pounding headache, it hit me;
My itunes. If that's deleted, I'm FUCKED.
All 800 songs would be POOF'd into nothingness.
So, when he sat down, I brought it up, that I would personally go through everything and delete every single file on the computer, except itunes.
That way, All the work I put into getting those songs, and putting them on there, wouldn't be lost, but he still got to clean out the computer.
He finally said okay, that we would hold off on that, at least until I could get cds, and transfer all the songs, so that I could re-do my ipod safely.
Then, he says "Well, since we're in a talking mood" and starts saying this shit about how I never ever do dishes, and he'd "kiss 'my' ass if 'i've' done the dishes more than 2 times in the past 2 years", and that I was utterly useless, and all this other crap; And says he's marking one plate, fork, spoon, etc, for each of us, and throwing all of the others away.
[keep in mind, he's constantly talking about LEAVING in a few months, which renders all this bullshit useless]
I said fine, whatever, I didn't care about the marking shit, it's what the fuck ever. But I contested the bull about me not doing dishes, I did just FINE around the house before HIS ass started sitting down and staying here 24/7. COUNTLESS people can attest to the fact that I DID clean when he was gone, I just usually messed it up again before the week or two he was gone was up.
THEN it gets into this stupid fucking argument about I had 2 months to get out of here if I hated it so much, and I just kept sayin"I fuckin' wish I could. I've been WISHING I could." and I brought it up that HE thinks it's unfair that I'M apparently the cause for all his woes; and that he was so fucked up in life he even fucked up MY chances at going to college. And he tried to say it was MY fault, and I said "How the hell is it MY fault YOU haven't filed YOUR taxes in 6 freakin' years?!". He said how would I have paid, and I said because I'm the only one in the damn house with two fuckin' sense, and the highest IQ by far, and would have had SCHOLARSHIPS, and FEDERAL AID to get me through it. But no, because he had to be all lazy all the time, and didn't file taxes, I'M fucked out of college.
THENNNNN it gets into this shit about money, and why dont' I leave, and he says "fuck it, one more goddamn word, and I'm shortening the time" and I said "we'll see. it's not like you keep YOUR word anyway" and I brought up that he was always talking about my mom behind her back, calling her stupid and fucked up and whatnot for buying food first, rent second, and I called a damn hypocrite, because he's doing the SAME thing.
He said I have 2 weeks, I said we'll see.
Then he said something or other about I had 2 days to get rid of the cats [when and where the FUCK did this come from? No idea. Cats weren't even MENTIONED til this] or all my shit was on the curb. I said hell no it isn't, if he wants to pull the fuckin' rug, I'm pullin' too. I'll tell the state he lied just to get his dentures [which he did], and that he lied just to get unemployment [which he did] and that the car is in my name to avoid taxes [which it is] and that the cable bill was in my name before it was LEGAL to do so [I was 15].
So yeah, I told him TRY it, I've got just as many cards up my sleeve as he does, if not more.
And he ignored me for a bit, and looked at george and said he better call therena, that he's not payin' rent, so all the shit in here will be gone.
I said when the hell has he even PAID rent, and I said Let's see, rent was due, OH YEAH it's LATE already.
and he said he's not paying it yet by choice, and I said it doesn't fuckin' matter WHY he's not paying it, it's still the fact he ISN'T PAYING IT.
And then he stared at me for a while and I said what the hell are you looking at, and he acted like a kid and said he'll look at whatever the fuck he wants to in his house, and I said it's not his house, and he said he's the one paying the rent, I said no you're not, he said then who is, and I said the LIES he spun to get the STATE to pay for it.
Then he shut up, started mumbling to himself, and I pointed out that the skillet he was "Drying" on the stove the whole time was on fire, and he said "Oh, I'm drying that." but he still got up anyway to get it off.
Fuckin asshole.
ANYWAY. That's most of it. Not all, but most.
So, I'm sick of it. I'm finding places for my valubles, and leaving this cock-sucker's dwelling.
